THE VOICE IN THE DARKNESS Just the dark head upon the pillow.

That was all Jane saw at first, and she saw it in sunshine.

Somehow she had always pictured a darkened room, forgetting that to him darkness and light were both alike, and that there was no need to keep out the sunlight, with its healing, purifying, invigorating powers.
He had requested to have his bed moved into a corner--the corner farthest from door, fireplace, and windows--with its left side against the wall, so that he could feel the blank wall with his hand and, turning close to it, know himself shut away from all possible prying of unseen eyes.

This was how he now lay, and he did not turn as they entered.
Just the dear dark head upon the pillow.

It was all Jane saw at first.
Then his right arm in the sleeve of a blue silk sleeping-suit, stretched slightly behind him as he lay on his left side, the thin white hand limp and helpless on the coverlet.
Jane put her hands behind her.